Bratva Prince (Bratva, #2)

by T.J. Maguire

His hand palmed my free breast, fingers pulling and yanking on the piercing at the same time he sucked and su...

“Yes, yes. Oh, dios. Que bueno, que bueno,” Oh god. ...

“You’re a sensitive little thing, aren’t you? Responsive, so responsive.”

“And tight. Scream. Scream for me, malyshka.”

“Did you fuck her?” I narrowed my eyes, her attitude annoying me. “We’re not exclusive, Mila. Whether I fucked her or not is none of your concern.” “It most certainly is! How would you feel if you saw me with another man?” “I wouldn’t care in the slightest.”

“We’ve been seeing each other for six years. Six years. You can try to deny it, but I know you care about me. I know—” “Care about you?” I scoffed. “Let’s get something straight here. I do not care about you. You’re a warm body for me to stick my cock into. That’s it. If you’ve deluded yourself into thinking you’re something more, that’s on you. Now, let’s not waste time pretending you care for me either. We both know all you care about is that I’m the future Pakhan. If it had been Nikolai or Lukyan, you would have attached yourself to them instead of me.”

“Stop joking around. I’m serious, Lukyan. You say anything and I’ll

tell Father who really crashed his Bugatti last year.” Lukyan gasped, eyes widening. “You wouldn’t,”

“Try...

He opened his mouth to respond—something snarky and disrespectful, I assumed—but I didn’t give him the chance. I slapped him across the face. It wasn’t meant to be hard or cause pain. Its primary objective was to be demeaning. Shocking.

“Does Mikhail expect him back in one piece? Because I can’t guarantee he’ll be whole by the time I’m done with him.”

“Your father sent you here to be trained. He knows exactly what that entails. You’re not the first person he’s sent to us. I obviously wasn’t clear enough back in my father’s office, so I’m going to clarify it for you. The next time you step out of line, I’m going to cut you.”

“You get two cuts. One, for continuing to be disrespectful after I warned you not to. And two, for speaking out of turn,”

you guess what that one was for?” “Fuck you!” Another slice down his arm. “Argh! Stop cutting me!” “Stop talking!” I roared in his face.

“Do what he says. Don’t be disrespectful and don’t fuck around. My brother has no problem hurting someone to get his point across. All the scars on my body are proof of that. If you want to learn from him—”

“My mum’s a whore and a junkie, and I didn’t get along with her new husband. Out of the two of us she likes him more, so she sent me off to live with my sperm donor of a father, who sent me here instead,”

“The moment I can get away from this place and you crazy people, the better.”

“It doesn’t matter what your last name is. You’ll always be a Volkov.”

I shouldn’t want his attention, his touch. I shouldn’t want to feel his breath on my skin, his hand around my throat as he called me his good little fuck toy. And yet I did. I craved it. Burned for it.

“I’m Aleksandr’s fiancé. And I want you to stay the hell away from him.”

“Aleksandr is mine,” Leggy growled,

“You can fucking have him,” I hissed. “I don’t want or need another woman’s man.” “Please,” Leggy scoffed. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You’re trying to drive a wedge between us so you can be Queen of the Bratva. Well let me tell you something. He will never marry some Spanish suka like you. He’ll play around with you. Fuck you. But eventually he’ll get bored of you like he has with every other woman who isn’t me. And when that happens, he’ll chuck you back into the dirt where you belong.”

“What are you going to do to me? You’re our prisoner. You lay a hand on me and you’re dead.”

“Get her!” Leggy screeched, one hand holding her nose, the other pointing a finger at me. “Get her now!” Shaggy and Pavel didn’t move. “We don’t take orders from you,” the older one grunted.

A sharp blow to the face rocked me, sending me flying. I landed in a heap on the floor, pain exploding across my cheek. “Argh! Fuck!”

Hes gonna be pissed Aboht that

contacts, Nero reached out about two months ago for a meet. He ended up kidnapping the representatives the Zetas sent to establish the deal.” “Drea,” I confirmed. We had suspected this was the case, but at least now we had confirmation. “Yes. Ever since, the Zetas have been fielding men out to the Outfit whenever they wanted, doing whatever they asked. They’ve been supplying them with men, cash, drugs—you name it.”

“How about the fact that Juan, the Zetas’ second, is actually Andres’ son. Since Juan and Drea are siblings, that makes her—” “The daughter of the former leader of the cartel,”

“Or would you prefer I call you Don Ortega?” Her whole body stiffened, head snapping to me. Disbelief flared across her face. “How did you—” “How is irrelevant, don’t you think?”

“Do you realise how different things might be if you’d just told me who you were when I asked you the first time?”

We know Nero kidnapped you when you went to a meet with him. He used your life as leverage to get the cartel under his thumb. I know this because he tried to do the same thing to us. With the help of your men, he kidnapped my sister and would have used her the same way he used you if we hadn’t found her first. What I want to know is how Nero found out who you were, how the events unfolded.”

“So, you have a rat.”

“Yes. I still haven’t found out who it is, but I have my suspicions. And I’ll deal with it when I get back.” “Why conceal yourself?”

“You think it’s stupid too.” “I think it’s one of the smartest things I’ve ever heard of.”

“It was a smart move to play,” Aleksandr continued, and I couldn’t help but beam in the presence of his praise.

“That woman in our guest bedroom is the leader of The Los Zetas.” Father blinked, the briefest flash of surprise streaking across his face. “Say again?”

“Drea Ortega is the daughter of El Diablo, Don Andres,”

“After he died, she took over and now run...

When Mila’s thin frame stepped through the door, it clicked into place. “What the fuck?” I hissed, leaning closer to the screen, my hands squeezing the edges of the computer table so hard the wood groaned under the pressure.

also not going to give her what she wants, which is so clearly a reaction. The worst thing I can do to a woman like her isn’t to hurt her. It’s to ignore her.” And it would drive her crazy. Nik chuckled. “Oh, she’ll hate that. Especially when she hears someone else has been getting all your attention.”

“If you ever lay another finger on Drea again, I’ll cut your fucking hand off. Do I make myself clear?”

I gripped her jaw and she moaned at the roughness. I applied the tiniest bit of pressure and her mouth opened. Leaning forward, crowding her space with every inch of my body, I let the liquid fall from my mouth into hers. Another moan.

I grabbed her head with both hands and slammed my lips to hers. She tasted so fucking sweet, with the slight hint of alcohol adding to her flavour.

Her nails scoured my neck, my scalp, as she deepened the kiss, her tongue diving into my mouth. I’d never been with a woman as aggressive as her in bed. I was usually the aggressor, but I couldn’t deny it felt good having her paw at me like she couldn’t get enough of me.

couch. “Stay—,” I rumbled deeply, adding just the right amount of pressure. “—still.” Her body went lax in an instant, all but melting.

reached into my pocket and pulled out the small piece of black fabric I’d carried with me every day since our interaction in the showers. Drea’s eyes widened when she saw them. “You took my underwear?”

“Touch them and I stop.” Confusion flashed across her face. I roughly spread her legs wide and ripped the tight pants from her body, leaving her lower half completely bare.

“Do you plan on talking the entire time? Because I can think of way better things you can do with your mouth.” I chuckled softly. I loved the freedom Drea had with her sexuality.

“Then sit back and shut up. I won’t be rushed, Drea.” I swiped my tongue through her drenching folds and she squealed in delight, her body jolting. So fucking delicious. “My new favourite flavour,”

circled her clit and sucked her piercing into my mouth. Drea cried out in pleasure. “Tell me, malyshka,” I

“Did this—” I sucked on her piercing again, “—hurt when you got it done?” I’d asked her that question last...